Oh our Chinese aunt ate until regret
Full from yesterday and today she's over fed
waiting for the toilet, though she has come too late
Because there's a dirty queue, where a thousand people wait
Oh no, clogged now, where did she go wrong?
Impatiently pushing her squeaky trolley along
The begger jeers at her as if reciting a song
food falling from his mouth, drunk all week long
The queue looms, the begger' s words empty and bland
Maybe the same mercy that put a sandwich in the beggers hand
could relieve our Chinese aunt of her stomachs great demands
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